A blue dragon claw stretched out from the clouds and grabbed the stars below. As soon as the dragon claw was stretched out, Han Yiming felt a pain on his face like a knife cut, and his scalp was numb. As the dragon claw came, there was a thunder that exploded at the stars.

Xingchen laughed a long time and stood up. The Mingyuan sword in his hand was radiant. With a wave of his hand, the Mingyuan sword suddenly turned into an extremely long bright light and cut it towards the dragon claw of the Qinglong. The Mingyuan sword was used freely in Han Yiming's hand, and everyone admired it. But at this time, Han Yiming realized that this sword could truly be called a magic weapon when it came to Xingchen's hand. It was no longer a sword. Xingchen was like holding a long golden light with flowing flames. When he waved, the flowing light shone brightly on the sky and the earth. From the tip of the claws of the Qinglong dragon, he had cut the dragon claws down.

Han Yiming was so surprised that he couldn't help but stare at Xingchen. Qinglong grabbed it, and the thunder was thunderous. Han Yiming's ears thundered below. The pain of the tightening heart spread throughout his body, and his whole body was weak. However, Xingchen faced the Qinglong's stretched down dragon and soared straight up. Under the dark and thick clouds, Xingchen was wearing plain clothes and pounced on Qinglong's dragon's claws like a meteor, and the dragon claws instantly closed. Xingchen did not stop. He held the Mingyuan sword in his right hand and stood in the wind, and his left hand showed his short sword.

At that time, the short sword in his hand had turned into a ball of bright light, no longer a short sword. With his left hand, bright lights pierced into the dark clouds. The stars drew a circle with the left hand. The dark clouds in the sky had stirred up with this circle. After a moment, they rushed into his hands. In a blink of an eye, the dark clouds were nowhere to be found. Han Yiming then discovered that he was next to the ancient well, and the stars were standing in the air. Above the stars, the faintly transparent, like ink-colored glass, was the Lord of the East, the Blue Dragon.

Stars stood in the air, and the Mingyuan sword in his right hand was as bright as a stream of light and as bright as flames. The short sword in his left hand was already revealed. Although it was a short sword, the sword energy was terrifying on the sword edge, and a ball of cold air surrounded the sword blade. Han Yiming calmed his breath. At this time, he was covered in wounds and no weapons, so he could only watch the stars and Qinglong confrontation.

Outside the barrier, the wind and rain were mixed, and the thunder shone. Xiaoguai was lying at the wellhead without moving, but a pair of extremely cold eyes looked at the above. Qinglong's pair of glass-like eyes were facing the Xingchen. In an instant, a ball of lightning lit up around Xingchen's body. Han Yiming could see clearly and understandably, the lightning passed through Xingchen's body. Before Han Yiming could make a sound, the stars in the lightning had disappeared without a trace. Suddenly, the stars appeared on the Qinglong's head. The short sword in his hand slashed straight towards Qinglong's head and neck.

The smoke rose from the short sword, and it slashed on the dragon's neck but could not be cut in. Qinglong let out anger, his body churned, and he grabbed the stars above. Several lightning flashed in the sky, and Han Yiming felt that his whole body was so painful. Although Qinglong was catching it at the star, he felt pain all over his body. But at this time, he was so nervous that he didn't dare to blink his eyes, staring at Qinglong and the stars beside Qinglong.

Xingchen laughed a long time, and the two swords fought each other, and a thunderbolt exploded. Several lightning flashes above his head joined together but fell down. The Mingyuan sword in his hand swung, and the streaming light flashed, dragging the long tail flame to cut it away at Qinglong. His sword light was still in the air, and the Qinglong had already roared at him. Han Yiming felt that his eyes were black, and his ears were endless. The blue dragon spirit shield turned out from behind to protect him. There was already lightning and lightning outside the barrier. After this dragon roar, the wind and snow rolled up all over the sky, and it turned towards the stars like a sharp blade.

In the blink of an eye, several wounds bloomed on Xingchen's body. The wind and snow in the sky were not aimlessly rolling, but were like sharp blades rolling towards Xingchen. When Han Yiming could see again, Xingchen's protective spiritual power had been rolled away without a trace. He was covered in blood, and there were two more wounds on his face. Han Yiming was extremely anxious, and wanted to help but could not take action. He could only worry within the barrier.

A moment later, a few more spiritual lights lit up around Xingchen's body, and his white lotus protective spiritual power appeared again. Xingchen's right hand swung straight to the tail of the Qinglong Dragon, sparks flew everywhere. The Qinglong Dragon opened his mouth wide and his breath spitted towards Xingchen. Xingchen waved his left hand, and a spiritual shield appeared out of thin air, covering him, and the dragon breath was separated from the spirit shield.

Wherever the dragon breath went, the grass and trees turned into ashes. Even though Xiaoguai was already in a barrier, Han Yiming still saw new scars on Xiaoguai's body. Han Yiming was so anxious that he could not help but suddenly heard Xingchen's voice saying, "The leader entered the selflessness." Han Yiming closed his eyes and forcibly refused to let himself see outside the barrier. Although he was worried, he still gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, forcibly pulling out of the battle between Xingchen and Qinglong.

This time, when he entered Wuyi without Xingchen's help, Han Yiming could not calm down at first, but he refused to open his eyes to see, and tried his best not to listen to the thunder outside. After a while, there was no sound in his ears, and there was nothing beside him, and the thunder and thunder were gone. After a while, Han Yiming was extremely light, and the pain in his body disappeared instantly. He floated up like a light feather, floating into the darkness. After a while, there was a severe pain on his body. Han Yiming's eyes lit up. He was already standing opposite the Qinglong. The dragon breath of the Qinglong outside the barrier was spit on the spiritual shield of Xingchen. Although he had not touched him, his whole body was as painful as a knife and burning.

Suddenly, Xingchen laughed a long time, and a few spiritual lights around him lit up. Several white lotus appeared. A spiritual shield turned from behind, but the blue dragon spirit shield appeared, and together with Xingchen's spiritual shield, blocking the dragon's breath. The laughter was like he was making. Han Yiming realized that his spiritual power had actually entered Xingchen's body. Xingchen raised his two swords and fought each other. A bright light lit up outside the barrier, hitting the dragon's head directly. This bright light was like lightning, with the sound of thunder. Han Yiming's ears were roaring, but his mind was extremely clear. The green dragon roared and another thunder rolled past the horizon.

After entering Xingchen's body, Han Yiming felt that Xingchen was extremely powerful. When he waved the Mingyuan sword in his hand, Han Yiming felt a shock in his hand. The Qinglong Dragon stopped and grabbed another claw at this side. This claw was extremely fierce. Han Yiming heard the sound of shattering from Xingchen's spiritual shield and his blue dragon's spiritual shield. Although this grab had not captured the spiritual shield, it was far from them. Han Yiming felt that it was painful from his body to the bottom of his heart.
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